[OOC] Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

[my Lalia]

@Hexaflexagon fixed the history a bit. Hopefully it's better now :)

[Hexaflexagon]

@my Lalia
Yep everything looks good now! Accepted!

[POOHEAD189]

How many years has it been since the God's War?

[Hexaflexagon]

@POOHEAD189
It began and ended about two years ago in about the span of three months.

[boomlover]

@Hexaflexagon sir will you have me once again?

[vietmyke]

@my Lalia, quick tidbit, I don't know of any bow with the effective range of over a mile.. I do like the character though

[Godric]

@my Lalia

My apologies.

I've only begun reading through other character sheets now. Didn't mean to double up on the medic motif.

In any case I intended to downplay Adjantis' medical skills. I intended to use them more as a means to give him some practical use as merchant-oriented skills have limited applications.

[POOHEAD189]

Character should be done by tomorrow

[my Lalia]

@Godric
That's okay, I'm not worried if another character has medic capabilities. Taza isn't really going to help heal someone unless she trust them or if she gets something out of it.

[Hexaflexagon]

@boomlover
Well I don't see why not. If you send a CS in and I like it!

And in other news work on the fabulous IC has begun! Hope y'all are ready for the worst.

[POOHEAD189]

Meldarion

Meldarion Delrin

_{"The ring of my sword can still be heard in this dying world. A small comfort."}

| NICKNAME |

Lone Wolf, Dragonsbane

| AGE |

29

| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |

His hair is black and worn in an unkempt fashion, pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. His skin is fair but ruddy. He has a noticeable fit and trim body, with practiced hard muscle, though lean. His face is not unhandsome, in a half commoner sort of way. He has a small scar on his left cheek, as well as 4 scars along his back, 2 criss crossing on his right bicep and one on the back of his left hand. He wears a torn wool vest over a grey-tan shirt. He wears a sarashi over both of his hands and forearms, leaving his fingers unwrapped. His feet are covered with sturdy traveling shoes. He wears halfplate armor, compromising of a breastplate, pauldrons, bracers, and thigh guards made of plate mail.

| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |

Introverted and introspective, Meldarion doesn't shy from conversation, but by no means enjoys it. Silence is his friend, and he prefers peaceful days on the open road than parties in a tavern. He loses mental energy in most social situations. However, camraderie with fellow soldiers he often welcomes, as he does when interacting with those he helps. He has a poetic mind at times, sometimes getting inspiration to paint or write, but most attempts end with him deciding to finish it later.
He tries to be conservative for more than just his benefit. He enjoys blades. The ring of steel and movements that kill. He quite enjoys the twang of the bow as well. Horse back riding is a hobby of his, but most of the time he hasn't the coin for a horse so he walks, which he is fine with. Even if he is generally slow to anger, if you do something he deems beyond his ability to cope with, take heed.
Eladar doesn't look for friends, but despite himself he finds people who enjoy his company and he reciprocates at times. He's gotten a very unamused and colorless view on life most of the time, knowing that this God's War heralds the end of an age in this world. However, it has also rekindled a fire within him, and he will fight for what is left.

| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |

Born the bastard son of a Lord through a mixing with a foreign maid, he grew up among his father's hold with his half brothers. His father treated him with a distant love and his father's wife tried her best to hide her disdain for him. His half brothers however treated him as one of their own. His mother was only allowed to see him seldomly, before she was forced to move away on his 8th year of life. He grew up thrust into Knighthood, starting as a page and working his way up to Squire with a natural ability for combat. He was under the tutelage of Sir Bryan the Bold. His Instincts and tendency to spend his leisure time alone coined him the name "Lone Wolf" among his elders.

Having no claim to any lordship, and feeling like he could never arise higher around his brothers, he rode north and joined the Kingdom of Andred fighting for control of a mountain range against the newly risen Vrettonian nation. He would spend 5 years fighting on horseback, foot, and upon the battlements of castles. He rose to the rank of Sergeant Knight at arms before the war was completed. During one seige, a Dragon attacked both opposing armies along the side of Hellpass, and Meldarion played a pivotal role in slaying the beast, giving the final blow with his sword and causing both armies to give up for the time being, having seen enough of war and mayhem for a lifetime it seemed.

Meldarion was given the title "Dragonsbane" and was going to be given a maiden's hand in marriage, but out of impulse, he escaped during the night and fled even further northwards, realizing then and there that children and settling down was not apart of his blood or spirit. As he traveled upon the road ever northward, the God's War occurred, the sky going from clear blue to stark grey in a cataclysm that was indescribable. Even since then, Meldarion has been slaying bandits and trying his best not to whither away like the world around him, ready to fight as long as he had breath.

| CHARACTER MOTIVATION |

Fighting for a worthy cause, and if not, then fighting and dying instead of fading away like this planet.

| SKILLS |

• Swordsmanship
• Archery
• Horseback riding/fighting
• Military Tactics
• Saddle making
• Cooking (well enough to survive, not entertain)
• Hunting
• Dashing looks
• Charismatic (with soldiers or fighting men only)

| EQUIPMENT |

Half plate armor, with leather and chainmail covering his nonplate areas. He wields a bastard sword, a long dagger, and a recurve hunting bow. He owns a few pounds of beef jerky and a water jug.

| OTHER |

If anything else suits your fancy

[TheWizardLizard]

I should probably announce that I'll most likely be gone for the weekend - feel free to start without me, I'll hop in when I get back.

[Hexaflexagon]

Update!

Week turned out a little crazier than usual. So I was only able to get on sporadically. But I promise it shall be done by tomorrow at a reasonable hour.

[Hexaflexagon]

@POOHEAD189
Accepted!

@TheWizardLizard@my Lalia@vietmyke@Godric
And after some delay the first post is finally up! Sorry about that! So currently you all have maybe three options of what your characters can be doing. 1: They can be at the Great Hall where depending on their actions yet another brawl could break out or they could try and help preserve some measure of peace. 2: They can be in the market and help the guards with the small riot that is taking place or 3: They can be beyond the wall and helping out poor little Falke who is in a bit of a bind at the moment. Or you can be doing something entirely different if you really feel like it!

[TheWizardLizard]

@vietmyke

I think I'm going to start Carver out at the Great Hall, but he and Chris could have temporarily split up if one of the other plots is calling your name.

[POOHEAD189]

I shall find out where I am going tonight

[Godric]

I'll get something up over the next couple of days.

[POOHEAD189]

Expect a post tomorrow! (by that, I mean saturday the 2nd at some point).

[Athinar]

@Hexaflexagon Added some more substance to the background, good now?

Sergei Vladikovich

Sergei Vladikovich

_{"What use is faith? It didn't help the gods any. "}

| NICKNAME |

Big Bloody Northman, Cold Bastard, Serge', The Bear.

| AGE |

35

| PHYSICAL APPEARANCE |

Picture

Sergei is a big man. Tall and broad, with thick muscles, he is truly deserving of the title 'The Bear'. His long, strawberry blonde hair falls about his shoulders, and his beard grows thick, giving him the appearance of a wild animal. He is almost always found frowning, his large eyebrows and piercing blue eyes seeming to look through you, at something on the horizon. He is every bit the wild warrior he appears to be.

Quick Reference
Hair- Strawberry Blonde
Eyes- Sky Blue
Height- 6'4"
Weight- 213 lbs.

| PSYCHOLOGICAL ANALYSIS |

Sergei is a man who has lost everything. His family, his home, everything was taken from him. However, just because he has lost any reason for fighting, it does not mean he'll stop anytime soon. He has an austere exterior, handling most interactions in a taciturn manner. Although he seems cold, he is always looking for someone to protect, so he can rationalize all of the violence, even though he knows it is pointless. Underneath it all, though, at the core of his being, there burns a rage brighter than any fire, wanting to lash out at such a cruel world.

Quick Reference

Cold on the outside, with a need to protect others so he can rationalize his anger and violence.

| BACKGROUND INFORMATION |

Serge' is not a native to Aoalvik. Hailing from lands far to the north, he lived in a small clanhouse on a small rock of an island just off the coast. His family was a happy clan of fishermen and sheepherders, unconcerned with the trouble happening on the mainland. However, even as they remained light and carefree, the Wyld Folk turned their eyes to the small island, their lack of huge amounts of food or other supplies no concern of theirs. The first warning that Sergei's people got was the sight of twelve longboats sailing towards them at the crack of dawn. Scrambling to the docks, the islanders managed to cast off one single fishing boat, filled with the young of the community, with Sergei, the oldest at the age of twelve, their leader. They got far enough away so the screams of their families were faint, and the smoke from their clanhall burning was naught but a thin finger of smoke in the sky.

Making their way southward along the coast, the band of children, led by Sergei, grew smaller and smaller as the dangers of the sea claimed the lives of all but Sergei and a single baby, whom his rescuers found wrapped up in his arms, warm, while Sergei himself was grey from the chill of the sea and starvation. Taking them into the community, it was not long before Sergei was accepted as a citizen of the town.

Over the years, Sergei gained a reputation as a fierce drunkard, starting fights with his fellow fishermen, tearing up alehalls, and being a general nuisance. However, he was saved from his downward spiral by two things; one, his responsibility to the child, named Alexi, and a grizzled old hunter, known only as Wolf. Wolf saw this young man's life going down a dark path, so he became his role model, teaching him to hunt, and how to channel the fury that was always there, just under the surface.

Eight years Wolf took care of Serge' and Alexi, until one day, he simply vanished one night, tracks erased by the blizzard that rocked the land. After that, Sergei wasn't the same. He said he wanted to fight so he could protect his 'son', Alexi. He said he had grown to love the town. Maybe he did mean that, once. Now, however, he simply looks for a fight, and the Wyldfolk are more than willing to oblige.

| CHARACTER MOTIVATION |

Sergei is a hard man who just wants a fight, even though he may deny it, and try to justify his carnage.

| SKILLS |

- Fishing: It's what he grew up doing, and the skill never faded over the years.
- Tracking: Sergei can track most anything over any terrain, with great accuracy.
- Stealth: Sergei has been able to hide in even the sparsest cover, becoming invisible in the blink of an eye.
- Axe Fighter: Sergei is a masterful axeman, able to defeat dozens of men on his own without tiring.
- Dirty Fighting: Sergei fights effectively, not fair. In no way would anyone in their right mind call the way he fights honorable.

| EQUIPMENT |

- A short shirt of scalemail
- Twin handaxes
- A long-hafted, double-bitted poleaxe.
- A dirk, for emergencies.

| OTHER |

Bloop.